This is a long weekend for Sir and I, and we have been taking full advantage of that. Yesterday, I spent the morning cleaning up the house, which looks much better. When Sir got home, we went errand-running and then came home for what I thought was the rest of the day. "Put your shoes back on, we aren't done."
We went to the mall, and I couldn't figure out why we were there.
Sir is buying me a collar for our weekends. :)
According to our new contract, which I just uploaded, I am to wear a specific necklace from Friday until Sunday. I figured we would just pick one that I just don't wear that often, but he wants to buy me one. It was very sweet.
Unfortunately, with me being kind of a picky pain in the ass, we didn't find one at the mall. We are going to try another store today, since we will be going out for date day.
Also, tomorrow is my last birth control pill. I'm super excited and super nervous.
Date day awaits!
Always his,
HLA
Friday, March 28, 2014
Our Contract
Following is
a list of Possession’s promises, based on the previous contract and discussion
with Sir.
General
Guidelines
1.
I promise to submit to the will of Sir. I will
accept His authority over me and will do my best to obey His commands. I will
work hard to be obedient and to serve Him in every way.
2.
I will remember that I am a direct reflection of
Sir and that, as such, I must behave and conduct myself in a manner that
reflects positively on Him.
3.
My service and submission are a gift that I
willingly choose to bestow upon Sir. I must always remember that He has
authority over me and that my duties are to obey, serve, and please Him.
4.
Sir will not accept any shirking of
responsibility or tolerate unfounded excuses. Any failures will be dealt with
on a case-by-case basis, to include assignation of punishments.
5.
When Sir and I are apart, I will strive to
follow and obey all guidelines and expectations. I will report any misdeeds
upon being reunited with Sir, and will accept any correction he gives.
Communication
1.
I will answer Sir in a respectful, pleasant tone
at all times. I will not use bad language (sexual use excluded), especially the
F word. I will not be short, rude, or demeaning to Sir.
2.
I will inform Sir immediately if I am ill, in a
bad mood, upset with Him, or generally “not in the mood.” Such information is
not a blanket cancellation, but rather information that Sir will use to possibly
alter our plans. Final decisions are at his discretion.
3.
I will voice my opinion calmly and politely,
knowing that Sir has ultimate authority. I am allowed to refuse only under dire
circumstances.
4.
Requests, questions, and answers will be phrased
in a submissive manner. “What would you like for dinner, Sir?” “May I go to bed
now, Sir?” “Yes, Sir.”
5.
If I need to have an IMPORTANT DISCUSSION with
Sir, I may temporarily revert to “vanilla mode,” understanding that Sir still
has final authority. I may speak freely.
Clothing,
Hygiene, and Health
1.
My clothing should reflect Sir’s high standards
of taste. I may wear “gym clothes” when actively doing a workout.
2.
I will keep myself clean and ready for Sir’s use
at all times. I will keep myself trimmed and/or shaved per Sir’s
specifications.
3.
I will wear my hair down as much as possible at
Sir’s request. I will not leave my hair pinned up overnight. I will consult
with Sir prior to any hair cutting, as he prefers my hair to be long.
4.
I will take my thyroid medicine daily, as
prescribed. I will take my vitamins daily, preferably with dinner. I will not
mindlessly snack between meals, as my health is very important to Sir. I will
set myself a daily workout plan and will keep track of each workout for Sir’s
perusal.
5.
Treats are to be given at Sir’s discretion. This
includes, but is not limited to, sweets, dessert, alcohol, and unhealthy foods
(such as pizza). I may only indulge with Sir’s permission.
Domestic
Housewifery
1.
It is my responsibility to create a weekly menu
for Sir’s approval. I will endeavor to plan healthy meals and treats. I will
keep the kitchen clean and organized.
2.
I may complete my chores as time allows during
the week, with the expectation that they are all completed by noon on
Saturdays, to allow full enjoyment of my weekends with Sir. See CHORES.
3.
Sir’s requests take immediate priority over my
actions. I must obey quickly and efficiently.
4.
I will prepare dinner each night (unless
otherwise instructed), taking care to keep the damage to a minimum.
5.
Upon leaving or returning to Sir, I will give Him
a kiss and await further instruction. If Sir has no immediate need of me, he
will inform me and I am free to complete whatever I need to do.
Chores/Service
1.
It is my intention that Sir should not have to
complete any domestic work unless he chooses to. This means that the house
should be maintained in decent order, so that there will be no panic in the
event of unannounced visitors and so that he may enjoy his days off.
2.
On a daily basis: random items will be picked
up, dishes will be placed in either the sink or dishwasher, and cleaned as
necessary. Countertops will be wiped down each evening. Sir’s coffee will be
readied before we go to bed. The bathrooms will be kept free of clothing and
toiletries will be put away, and the cat’s room will be taken care of. Sir may
always request further upkeep. On a weekly basis: laundry will be done and put
away, carpets will be vacuumed (twice), grocery shopping will be done, and
general upkeep of the house will be done.
3.
Each morning, I should leave the house in as
good of condition as possible so that Sir does not come to home to a mess. After dinner, I should focus on keeping the
kitchen in good condition.
4.
I will put Sir’s needs and desires above my own
and will strive to obey quickly. I will learn and remember his preferences,
endeavoring always to please Him. I will obey without question or needless
delay.
5.
Should Sir ask for anything to be brought to
him, I will get the item and then present it to him, placing it wherever he
directs. I will then ask if he needs anything else.
Routines
1.
I will prepare Sir’s coffee each night before
bed. I will get up with Sir and make breakfast, then complete my daily workout
after he leaves for work. On his weekday off, I will do yoga or something else
quiet to build elasticity.
2.
Upon my arrival home from work (providing Sir is
home as well), I will put my purse etc. away neatly and greet Sir. I will await
further instructions, and change out of my work clothes as quickly as possible.
3.
Before I start dinner, I should ask Sir if he
needs anything. I should set the table at some point during dinner prep. I will
attempt to give Sir at least five minutes of warning before bringing the plates
to the table. Following the meal, I will remove the dishes and put away any
leftovers, as well as pre-treat any large messes.
4.
I will clear the table when Sir has finished
eating. I will get Him seconds of anything he wants. I will request seconds of
anything I want, clarifying if I am still hungry or if this is a treat.
5.
I will ready myself for bed in the following
manner: wash face, floss, brush teeth, use mouthwash, brush out hair (if it was
up during the day), and ask Sir if I may wear pajamas. By default, I must sleep
naked.
Sexual Usage
1.
I am Sir’s plaything. I should be ready at all
times for his immediate use. If I do not wish to play, I should inform Him as
soon as possible. I will not be embarrassed of my body or the verbal naming of
its parts.
2.
My mouth, pussy, and ass are property of Sir and
he may do whatever he wishes with them. Their only purpose is his pleasure.
3.
I may not masturbate without permission. I may
not orgasm without permission.
4.
Sir and I will keep each other informed
regarding our general levels of sexual excitement. This will assist in
pleasurable encounters for both of us.
5.
I should remember that any orgasm I achieve is
due to Sir’s generosity and should thank Him.
Leisure Time
1.
After my chores and responsibilities are
completed, I may do whatever activity I wish, while making sure Sir’s needs are
met.
2.
Electronic devices (primarily my cell phone and
computers) may only be used with Sir’s permission.
3.
I will ask for permission before scheduling
activities with or without Sir. I will seek His approval prior to committing to
any events.
4.
Sir would like me to enjoy myself on my days
off. This means adequate planning so that I am not stuck doing chores during
this time.
5.
I should keep Sir informed about my activities
so that he is not inconvenienced.
Special
Expectations for Weekends:
FRIDAY
o
Upon rising, Possession will immediately use
personal weights. These will be used throughout the day as a reminder of who
Possession belongs to and what her purpose is for Sir.
o
Possession may wear jeans to work but should
change into something more flattering upon her arrival home. Possession is
forbidden to wear panties without permission for the entirety of the weekend,
beginning with her arrival home on Fridays. This includes time spent away from
the house.
o
Sir and Possession will designate a particular
necklace to serve as a weekend collar. This will be worn in place of any other
necklace as a physical and visual reminder that Possession is Sir’s property.
SATURDAY
o
Possession is required to use SBP for one hour.
This will be completed before noon. She will request permission from Sir to do
this.
SUNDAY
o
Possession is required to use SBP for one hour.
This will be completed before noon. She will request permission from Sir to do
this.
*****Exceptions will be made if social
obligations conflict with the weekend expectations. Other exceptions will be
made due to health or “lady” issues.
o
Possession is permitted and encouraged to offer
suggestions to increase the enjoyment of both Possession and Sir.
o
Possession’s purpose is to please Sir. She is
Sir’s Slut and Sex Toy. She is here only to please Sir. She is to make every
part of herself available for Sir’s pleasure at all times.
o
If illness occurs that makes any part of
Possession unavailable to Sir, Possession is to notify Sir immediately!
o
Possession will also acquiesce to any of Sir’s
requests without question or hesitation, as it is not her place to question Sir
or his desires for her.
o
Possession will only be permitted to use Fuck as
a request of Sir.
o
Possession is required to ask Sir for permission
before initiating any play.
o
Possession is forbidden to cum without Sir’s
permission. She will request permission from Sir to do so. “Sir can I
please/Sir please allow me to…” Failure to properly address Sir will be given
no acknowledgement.
o
Possession will thank Sir for allowing her to
cum.
o
Possession is also forbidden to please or touch
herself without Sir present.
o
Failure to adhere to these instructions and
guidelines will result in punishment for Possession.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Back to normal...
I woke up yesterday after FINALLY sleeping most of the night without coughing and waking myself up. Sir let me sleep in (he's so thoughtful) and when I finally crawled out of bed, I was hit by the sudden realization that our house is kind of an absolute disaster. The kitchen was in disarray-dishes stacked on the countertops, the dishwasher clean but not emptied, dirty pans on the stove. The dining room has papers all over, books that need to go back to the library. The living room has magazines, coffee cups, blankets, and bits of the newspapers scattered about.
I told Sir that I was very sorry the house had gotten to this point and I would handle it all tomorrow (so today). He replied that I must be feeling better to be this upset about it.
I got home last night to find that he had cleaned up the kitchen for me (Thank God, I hate cleaning up the kitchen for some reason), and had gathered up most of his mess from the rest of the house. He had some running around to do this afternoon, so I am going to try and get as much of the rest of the cleaning done before he gets home.
Tomorrow, we are having a date day, and I bought a fancy new razor for my lady bits. The old one kicked off last week and I have been meaning to get a new one. Its hard to go shopping when you are coughing up a lung every two minutes.
We are printing and signing the new contract today (hopefully), so I will be putting that up tomorrow.
Off to clean up this messy, messy house!
Always his,
HLA
I told Sir that I was very sorry the house had gotten to this point and I would handle it all tomorrow (so today). He replied that I must be feeling better to be this upset about it.
I got home last night to find that he had cleaned up the kitchen for me (Thank God, I hate cleaning up the kitchen for some reason), and had gathered up most of his mess from the rest of the house. He had some running around to do this afternoon, so I am going to try and get as much of the rest of the cleaning done before he gets home.
Tomorrow, we are having a date day, and I bought a fancy new razor for my lady bits. The old one kicked off last week and I have been meaning to get a new one. Its hard to go shopping when you are coughing up a lung every two minutes.
We are printing and signing the new contract today (hopefully), so I will be putting that up tomorrow.
Off to clean up this messy, messy house!
Always his,
HLA
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Spring Cleaning...and sanitizing...
I think I am FINALLY on the upturn from this case of the plague I am currently harboring. After single nosed-ly finishing off every bottle of Nyquil, every box of tissues, every cough drop, and every nasal fixing pill we had, I am feeling semi-human again. I caved and went to the doctor yesterday for some serious cough meds, which I got, and picked up some tissues and some more decongestant. Plague--I'm coming for you.
We were supposed to go out to see Sir's parents this afternoon, but since I still sound terrible and Sir's grandparents were coming out too, we decided I should stay home and not get anyone else sick on the off chance that I am still contagious. Plus, feeling like absolute shit all week has not done much for keeping up with my contract. The house is a disaster. Sir cleaned a lot of it up yesterday while I napped/coughed myself into oblivion, which was so very nice of him. Plus, I think it was driving him insane. I wasn't hungry a few nights ago and he decided to make himself some eggs for dinner--then proceeded to ask me how to make them. And he used to cook! For a job! I have taken over certain things so much in terms of domestic life that he doesn't remember how to do them. I started laughing and then started coughing, then couldn't stop. Fantastic.
Today is Day 1 of 7. This Saturday marks the end of my birth control pills. Whoot.
Sir left me a list of things to get done while he is out today. They include taking a nap, folding laundry, and making a menu for this week. And watching my recorded crap on the TV. I think I can handle it. I can't wait until I am feeling better and can get started on my contract. I think we are going to go over it later, once he gets back, and then we can print and sign it. I'm so excited.
My chores await. So much TV, so little time.
Always his,
HLA
We were supposed to go out to see Sir's parents this afternoon, but since I still sound terrible and Sir's grandparents were coming out too, we decided I should stay home and not get anyone else sick on the off chance that I am still contagious. Plus, feeling like absolute shit all week has not done much for keeping up with my contract. The house is a disaster. Sir cleaned a lot of it up yesterday while I napped/coughed myself into oblivion, which was so very nice of him. Plus, I think it was driving him insane. I wasn't hungry a few nights ago and he decided to make himself some eggs for dinner--then proceeded to ask me how to make them. And he used to cook! For a job! I have taken over certain things so much in terms of domestic life that he doesn't remember how to do them. I started laughing and then started coughing, then couldn't stop. Fantastic.
Today is Day 1 of 7. This Saturday marks the end of my birth control pills. Whoot.
Sir left me a list of things to get done while he is out today. They include taking a nap, folding laundry, and making a menu for this week. And watching my recorded crap on the TV. I think I can handle it. I can't wait until I am feeling better and can get started on my contract. I think we are going to go over it later, once he gets back, and then we can print and sign it. I'm so excited.
My chores await. So much TV, so little time.
Always his,
HLA
Friday, March 21, 2014
At least today is Friday...
Started off this morning with an aching back from having to essentially sleep sitting up in the spare room so my coughing doesn't wake up Sir. No voice. Coughing. Ugh.
Was able to drag myself downstairs after about 20 minutes, and got myself some coffee after that. The idea of eating breakfast sounded good, but I made eggs and they were suddenly absolutely nauseating. Frozen toaster strudel it is! And coffee. Breakfast of champions.
The only bright point in today is that today is Friday, and I can sleep this whole thing off over the weekend. Sir and I are getting takeout, so I don't needlessly contaminate the kitchen (not that I am contagious, but I mostly just don't feel like cooking), and I'm hoping this evening's schedule goes like this: come home, order and pick up dinner, watch an episode of something on TV, and be in bed by like 7. Hopefully to stay there until I feel better.
In other news, Sir started reading over my new contract. His first comment was "this sounds like a lot of work for you." Aww. Its really not, I told him. I do most of the things on there now, and I've been doing a test run (until I caught the plague). I noticed, he said.
Once we get a chance to properly go over it, print it, and sign it, I will update that section of the blog. It's much more detailed than our old one, which was set up specifically for my sometimes-long weekends.
I'm kind of impressed by the curative powers of coffee. I could barely speak this morning, my voice was so hoarse, and now I can mostly speak normally. Hopefully a day of answering my phone and talking to people doesn't trash it. As long as I lose my entirely after I walk out the doors, I'm good.
Get excited people. Let the countdown to the weekend begin!
Always His,
HLA
Was able to drag myself downstairs after about 20 minutes, and got myself some coffee after that. The idea of eating breakfast sounded good, but I made eggs and they were suddenly absolutely nauseating. Frozen toaster strudel it is! And coffee. Breakfast of champions.
The only bright point in today is that today is Friday, and I can sleep this whole thing off over the weekend. Sir and I are getting takeout, so I don't needlessly contaminate the kitchen (not that I am contagious, but I mostly just don't feel like cooking), and I'm hoping this evening's schedule goes like this: come home, order and pick up dinner, watch an episode of something on TV, and be in bed by like 7. Hopefully to stay there until I feel better.
In other news, Sir started reading over my new contract. His first comment was "this sounds like a lot of work for you." Aww. Its really not, I told him. I do most of the things on there now, and I've been doing a test run (until I caught the plague). I noticed, he said.
Once we get a chance to properly go over it, print it, and sign it, I will update that section of the blog. It's much more detailed than our old one, which was set up specifically for my sometimes-long weekends.
I'm kind of impressed by the curative powers of coffee. I could barely speak this morning, my voice was so hoarse, and now I can mostly speak normally. Hopefully a day of answering my phone and talking to people doesn't trash it. As long as I lose my entirely after I walk out the doors, I'm good.
Get excited people. Let the countdown to the weekend begin!
Always His,
HLA
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Sick Day
After struggling with what I thought was the super lame version of the office bug for a while, I woke up this morning with the mega-evil version. No voice. Coughing. Stuffed up. The works.
I called my boss to tell her I was sick, and I sounded so bad that I had to repeat myself about three times until she knew who I was and then twice to explain that I was sick. It was so much nicer calling in here than it was at Helljob. I only called in about three times over the many years I was there, and each time, they were hostile and uncaring. I always had nasal problems when I called in too, so it wasn't like I sounded fine. I always sounded like death, and they would just be like, oh. Great. Ok, bye. This time, I got a "oh no, sweetie, you sound terrible. I hope you feel better." It was nice.
So I chugged some Nyquil and went back to bed for a few hours. I'm currently sifting through my stuff on the TV and deciding whether to attempt to clean the house up or to rest. Luckily, I did a major clean up over the weekend, so it isn't too bad. Sir asked me to finish the laundry he started, so I might just finish that and get it all folded and put away.
Over the weekend, we also talked about revising my contract. He wrote it when I got my occasional long weekends and since I changed my hours, that won't really happen anymore. So I started to revise it, and got it almost done. It is just waiting his approval right now.
I went through and outlined expectations he has of me during the week, and added special ones for the weekend. We still need to go through it and talk about it all, but overall, I am pleased with it.
And I was so excited this morning to have my very first comment! Thank you, hispreciouspet!
And I added an email subscription on the right side of the blog. Enjoy!
Always His,
His Lady Aurora
I called my boss to tell her I was sick, and I sounded so bad that I had to repeat myself about three times until she knew who I was and then twice to explain that I was sick. It was so much nicer calling in here than it was at Helljob. I only called in about three times over the many years I was there, and each time, they were hostile and uncaring. I always had nasal problems when I called in too, so it wasn't like I sounded fine. I always sounded like death, and they would just be like, oh. Great. Ok, bye. This time, I got a "oh no, sweetie, you sound terrible. I hope you feel better." It was nice.
So I chugged some Nyquil and went back to bed for a few hours. I'm currently sifting through my stuff on the TV and deciding whether to attempt to clean the house up or to rest. Luckily, I did a major clean up over the weekend, so it isn't too bad. Sir asked me to finish the laundry he started, so I might just finish that and get it all folded and put away.
Over the weekend, we also talked about revising my contract. He wrote it when I got my occasional long weekends and since I changed my hours, that won't really happen anymore. So I started to revise it, and got it almost done. It is just waiting his approval right now.
I went through and outlined expectations he has of me during the week, and added special ones for the weekend. We still need to go through it and talk about it all, but overall, I am pleased with it.
And I was so excited this morning to have my very first comment! Thank you, hispreciouspet!
And I added an email subscription on the right side of the blog. Enjoy!
Always His,
His Lady Aurora
Friday, March 14, 2014
TGIF
I'm so glad its Friday.
I'm still getting over whatever the crap is wrong with me--I plan on coming home, having dinner with Sir (delicious leftovers from last night, yay!), and then going to bed. Sir pretty much said the same thing over breakfast. I'm not feeling as sick as I have been, but I am just absolutely exhausted. Earlier this week, I came home from work and then pretty much slept for like 12 hours. And I could have kept going, too.
Since it is finally getting nice here, Sir wants to go to the park tomorrow and go for a walk. It will be nice to be outside without freezing my ass off. Plus, since I was unable to do my morning treadmilling this week, I can make up for it a little. Luckily, being sick pretty much killed my appetite, so I probably broke even, calorie-wise. Not a good idea for the long term, but it seems like every time I start a workout plan or something, I get sick or our schedule is torn up and that is the end of that. I planned my workouts to be during the week only, so I can get up with Sir and then have time to run and still have time to shower before work. Weekends are for us.
PS: I'm really hoping to get some sexy time with Sir this weekend. Being sick killed the possibility of mid-week romping, but I think after I get some sleep, I will be back to normal. And weekends have become unofficial Dom/sub time, since we are actually around each other for more than a few hours. And I'm not immediately making and serving dinner during half of that time.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
I'm still getting over whatever the crap is wrong with me--I plan on coming home, having dinner with Sir (delicious leftovers from last night, yay!), and then going to bed. Sir pretty much said the same thing over breakfast. I'm not feeling as sick as I have been, but I am just absolutely exhausted. Earlier this week, I came home from work and then pretty much slept for like 12 hours. And I could have kept going, too.
Since it is finally getting nice here, Sir wants to go to the park tomorrow and go for a walk. It will be nice to be outside without freezing my ass off. Plus, since I was unable to do my morning treadmilling this week, I can make up for it a little. Luckily, being sick pretty much killed my appetite, so I probably broke even, calorie-wise. Not a good idea for the long term, but it seems like every time I start a workout plan or something, I get sick or our schedule is torn up and that is the end of that. I planned my workouts to be during the week only, so I can get up with Sir and then have time to run and still have time to shower before work. Weekends are for us.
PS: I'm really hoping to get some sexy time with Sir this weekend. Being sick killed the possibility of mid-week romping, but I think after I get some sleep, I will be back to normal. And weekends have become unofficial Dom/sub time, since we are actually around each other for more than a few hours. And I'm not immediately making and serving dinner during half of that time.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Out of My (online) Shell
I fully realize that this blog is not a substitute for actual human contact, but over the past week or so I have begun to actually interact with other blogs. Leaving comments, adding to my reading list, etc. I read them all the time, but I never really had the guts to comment, to leave a trail back here, to come out of my online shell.
I have felt this sense of renewal (probably because it is springtime-just don't tell the weather people, they can't seem to get it right, lol) in terms of my submission, and reading about it makes me feel more normal about it. There are tons of other people with similar thoughts and feelings, and it makes me feel more confident in myself, that I am not some deviant weirdo (which is the feeling I get whenever anything BDSM or D/s related is ever brought up in my vanilla life). People here on the blogosphere GET IT because they do it too. Its a nice feeling, especially because I have literally no one but Sir to talk about this with. My family would freak out and my friends don't really need this much detail about my sex life. :)
So anyway, if you are reading this, thank you. Leave a comment if you want. Apparently, March is Q & A month. Ask me a question if you want. But mostly, if you write a blog, thank you for writing.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
I have felt this sense of renewal (probably because it is springtime-just don't tell the weather people, they can't seem to get it right, lol) in terms of my submission, and reading about it makes me feel more normal about it. There are tons of other people with similar thoughts and feelings, and it makes me feel more confident in myself, that I am not some deviant weirdo (which is the feeling I get whenever anything BDSM or D/s related is ever brought up in my vanilla life). People here on the blogosphere GET IT because they do it too. Its a nice feeling, especially because I have literally no one but Sir to talk about this with. My family would freak out and my friends don't really need this much detail about my sex life. :)
So anyway, if you are reading this, thank you. Leave a comment if you want. Apparently, March is Q & A month. Ask me a question if you want. But mostly, if you write a blog, thank you for writing.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Sick
So yesterday morning, Sir let me sleep in because I felt very groggy and had a sore throat. Still dragged myself to work, and felt like I had run a marathon all day. Came home, passed out on the couch while Sir made dinner, was unable to eat anything, and went to bed around 5:30 last night. So that's about 12 hours of sleep...and I could totally go back to bed this morning. Alas, work awaits. I told Sir before he left that if I still worked at Helljob, I would be calling in today. But I think its just really bad allergies.
Unfortunately, the weekend was very...stimulating...and I keep having filthy dreams that I can't act on in real life because I don't want to get Sir sick too. Plus I'm tired etc, and Sir told me to rest so I don't drag this out longer than it needs to be.
Anyway. At least I have some excellent leftovers to take for lunch. I realized this morning that I basically didn't eat anything yesterday. I forgot my lunch and then was too tired to walk across the street and get something. But I wasn't hungry...so I guess that's ok. I'm far too much of a glutton to starve myself.
In an attempt to get this out of my head, please enjoy the following description of my dream from two nights ago. I'll have to come back and revisit it once I'm feeling better.
***********wavy memory lines****************
Sir and I walk through a long corridor, vaguely reminsicent of Dracula's castle. It isn't, but its very dark, lit by candles, and the walls are stone. There is a masked ball going on and we proceed down endless hallways and up and down staircases until we are hopelessly lost. Another couple comes down the hall toward us, then stops and begins passionately kissing. The man pulls the woman's gown up and begins to touch her as she moans. Sir apparently decides this looks like fun and does the same to me.
Before I know it, Sir has pulled me into an empty room and we are kissing, touching, moaning against the walls, on the very fancy looking upholstered couch, on the bed, and then the other couple comes through the door. Everything stops...until the other man closes the door. His partner pulls him toward the bed and they continue--eventually having frantic, passionate sex right there in front of us.
Sir and I have been watching, because what else are we going to do, and Sir begins caressing me as we watch. And then he teases me, and I'm getting so wet, and then we are having sex too. Not in any way with the other couple, just right next to them. I can hear her panting and him groaning, and Sir is telling me I am a dirty slut for being so excited...
*******************************
and then my freaking alarm went off and I woke up. DAMN IT.
Hope you enjoyed.
Always his,
HLA
Unfortunately, the weekend was very...stimulating...and I keep having filthy dreams that I can't act on in real life because I don't want to get Sir sick too. Plus I'm tired etc, and Sir told me to rest so I don't drag this out longer than it needs to be.
Anyway. At least I have some excellent leftovers to take for lunch. I realized this morning that I basically didn't eat anything yesterday. I forgot my lunch and then was too tired to walk across the street and get something. But I wasn't hungry...so I guess that's ok. I'm far too much of a glutton to starve myself.
In an attempt to get this out of my head, please enjoy the following description of my dream from two nights ago. I'll have to come back and revisit it once I'm feeling better.
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Sir and I walk through a long corridor, vaguely reminsicent of Dracula's castle. It isn't, but its very dark, lit by candles, and the walls are stone. There is a masked ball going on and we proceed down endless hallways and up and down staircases until we are hopelessly lost. Another couple comes down the hall toward us, then stops and begins passionately kissing. The man pulls the woman's gown up and begins to touch her as she moans. Sir apparently decides this looks like fun and does the same to me.
Before I know it, Sir has pulled me into an empty room and we are kissing, touching, moaning against the walls, on the very fancy looking upholstered couch, on the bed, and then the other couple comes through the door. Everything stops...until the other man closes the door. His partner pulls him toward the bed and they continue--eventually having frantic, passionate sex right there in front of us.
Sir and I have been watching, because what else are we going to do, and Sir begins caressing me as we watch. And then he teases me, and I'm getting so wet, and then we are having sex too. Not in any way with the other couple, just right next to them. I can hear her panting and him groaning, and Sir is telling me I am a dirty slut for being so excited...
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and then my freaking alarm went off and I woke up. DAMN IT.
Hope you enjoyed.
Always his,
HLA
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Sorely Used
So last night, after finishing my blog post, I asked Sir if we could move the couch so that we could cuddle and watch the movie. He said yes, so we moved the couch and refilled the wine glasses. After a while, I laid down and put my head in his lap, and he put his arm around me as we watched the movie.
And then my third glass of wine kicked in (we had been sipping for nearly two hours), and I started stroking him and sucking him. He seemed cool with it and was trying not to moan and stuff. Got to keep up that Dominant persona. Can't be melting all over your sub. Ha.
So when I stopped for a moment because my free hand was smushed under his leg, he grabbed my hand and said "I didn't say stop." At some point during the movie (LA Confidential), the cops are roughing up some guys and me, being drunk, began a discussion on why they were getting beat up. That led to a discussion about why they use phone books, and Sir informed me that they don't leave bruises because of the way the force is distributed.
So then I said I didn't get it, didn't believe him, so Sir dug out a phone book and attempted to explain that the force is distributed over the whole surface, etc. And then, since I am a dirty, dirty slut, I wanted him to show me. So he lightly smacked my arm, which was not a good enough test. And then, inevitably, he ended up smacking my ass with the phone book. Hard. And he was right. No bruise today.
So anyway, after our phone book experiment, we went back to the couch and continued our movie. And then I started sucking Sir off, and we ended up 69ing on the living room floor. Sir ran upstairs at one point to get my vibrator because he is obsessed with getting me to squirt, so then he tortured me with that and made me come four times in a row, followed by very rough sex wherein I came another 4 times...didn't squirt though. At some point, he murmured in my ear that I was his dirty whore and he was going to fuck me until I couldn't walk. Mission accomplished. My lady bits are very sore today. Its wonderful.
Happy Sunday.
Always his,
HLA
And then my third glass of wine kicked in (we had been sipping for nearly two hours), and I started stroking him and sucking him. He seemed cool with it and was trying not to moan and stuff. Got to keep up that Dominant persona. Can't be melting all over your sub. Ha.
So when I stopped for a moment because my free hand was smushed under his leg, he grabbed my hand and said "I didn't say stop." At some point during the movie (LA Confidential), the cops are roughing up some guys and me, being drunk, began a discussion on why they were getting beat up. That led to a discussion about why they use phone books, and Sir informed me that they don't leave bruises because of the way the force is distributed.
So then I said I didn't get it, didn't believe him, so Sir dug out a phone book and attempted to explain that the force is distributed over the whole surface, etc. And then, since I am a dirty, dirty slut, I wanted him to show me. So he lightly smacked my arm, which was not a good enough test. And then, inevitably, he ended up smacking my ass with the phone book. Hard. And he was right. No bruise today.
So anyway, after our phone book experiment, we went back to the couch and continued our movie. And then I started sucking Sir off, and we ended up 69ing on the living room floor. Sir ran upstairs at one point to get my vibrator because he is obsessed with getting me to squirt, so then he tortured me with that and made me come four times in a row, followed by very rough sex wherein I came another 4 times...didn't squirt though. At some point, he murmured in my ear that I was his dirty whore and he was going to fuck me until I couldn't walk. Mission accomplished. My lady bits are very sore today. Its wonderful.
Happy Sunday.
Always his,
HLA
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Lazy weekend
I survived my first week at my new position!!!
We got Chinese on Friday to celebrate, did pretty much nothing all day today, and I am currently sitting in my PJs, sipping chardonnay, and watching LA Confidential with Sir. He promises that it has boobies and sex in it. The soundtrack isn't half bad either.
I think in a few minutes I'm going to move the couch over so we can cuddle. And stuff. I'm hoping he will maul me, but he's been kind of tired and cranky all day. Maybe I will have to maul him.
Either way, tonight is a nice break from my week of stress and work.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
We got Chinese on Friday to celebrate, did pretty much nothing all day today, and I am currently sitting in my PJs, sipping chardonnay, and watching LA Confidential with Sir. He promises that it has boobies and sex in it. The soundtrack isn't half bad either.
I think in a few minutes I'm going to move the couch over so we can cuddle. And stuff. I'm hoping he will maul me, but he's been kind of tired and cranky all day. Maybe I will have to maul him.
Either way, tonight is a nice break from my week of stress and work.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
Friday, March 7, 2014
Good Girl
Sir discovered (by accident) that I really like it when he tells me "good girl." He asked me to go bring him something from upstairs, and when I returned, item in hand, he smiled and said "good girl." I think he was joking, but he must have seen my face (I smirked, which usually means I like something but am embarrassed to verbalize that fact) and now he says it all the time, whenever I follow directions or do something for him.
On a side note, the prescription for birth control pills that I will be picking up this weekend will be my last. That's right. Holy crap. Holy crap. HOLY CRAP. Excited, nervous, terrified, anxious. Excited.
Today marks the end of my first official week in my new position at work. I have an answering machine. Not that anyone would really ever call me, but its there. I have learned so much this week, and I really only had two days of training because my trainer was out sick for most of the week. I also have a new mantra for the D bags (its a customer service job)--
I don't care what you think of me. I don't think about you at all. --Coco Chanel.
This is the best possible way (in my book) of dealing with the irrationally angry people who cannot be reasoned with. They want to provoke a reaction, and since I don't really care about things that are not under my control (THEY screwed up, THEY were late, etc), I don't get dragged into their drama. Love this quote.
So excited for the weekend. Lots to do. I'm going to go clothes shopping for the first time in several years (yes, you read that right) to supplement my wardrobe. My mom took me shopping when I first left Helljob, but its kind of embarrassing to wear the same several outfits. Plus I am bad at fashion, since I never really had a need for it during my 4 years at Helljob. I love being able to dress up for work.
Here's to the weekend!
Always his,
HLA
On a side note, the prescription for birth control pills that I will be picking up this weekend will be my last. That's right. Holy crap. Holy crap. HOLY CRAP. Excited, nervous, terrified, anxious. Excited.
Today marks the end of my first official week in my new position at work. I have an answering machine. Not that anyone would really ever call me, but its there. I have learned so much this week, and I really only had two days of training because my trainer was out sick for most of the week. I also have a new mantra for the D bags (its a customer service job)--
I don't care what you think of me. I don't think about you at all. --Coco Chanel.
This is the best possible way (in my book) of dealing with the irrationally angry people who cannot be reasoned with. They want to provoke a reaction, and since I don't really care about things that are not under my control (THEY screwed up, THEY were late, etc), I don't get dragged into their drama. Love this quote.
So excited for the weekend. Lots to do. I'm going to go clothes shopping for the first time in several years (yes, you read that right) to supplement my wardrobe. My mom took me shopping when I first left Helljob, but its kind of embarrassing to wear the same several outfits. Plus I am bad at fashion, since I never really had a need for it during my 4 years at Helljob. I love being able to dress up for work.
Here's to the weekend!
Always his,
HLA
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Priorities
I am a person who believes in being organized. I like to plan things out. Excessively. I make lists, then go through the lists and compile other lists based on due date, importance, etc. The bad thing about this is that when things on the list don't get done, they spiral out of contol and snowball into this feeling of uselessness and defeat. I'm tired of it.
I have decided that I am going to stop making excessively detailed lists. They are a recipe for failure. I start my new position tomorrow, and from what I have heard, there are tons of deadlines and paperwork, and more stress. On top of this, I am learning everything from the bottom up. My learning curve is going to be a vertical line this week.
I put too much stress and pressure on myself. I have high expectations, which I view as a good thing, but then when something doesn't meet those expectation or falls through the cracks, I get this sense of worthlessness, like I am somehow lacking as a person. My half of our D/s dynamic revolves around certain things I do (or don't) around the house. Making sure dinner is made. Making sure that dinner is reasonable healthy. Not breaking the bank while shopping for said meals. Keeping the house clean. Keeping up with the laundry, the dishes, my growing piles of books and magazines. On top of a 40 hour a week job with a commute.
I am tired of looking into the mirror and feeling bad about the way I look. I love myself as a person, and I know how shallow this seems. I don't have to be super skinny. Sir would not like that. I just want to look in the mirror and feel ok about the person I see looking back at me. This winter, I have gained about five pounds. It doesn't seem like much, but I think it was the push that sent me over the edge. I am an unhealthy weight for my height. I feel lazy. My skin has started to fight back. I don't want to go out and do anything because I would rather sit on the couch and watch TV than have to stand up and walk around.
My job has no doubt encouraged this. I have also stopped taking my thyroid meds on a regular basis because I have a slightly irrational fear that they are making my hair fall out. The downside of this is that it takes months to see any difference in my hair, but my skin has dried out and I feel like crap all the time.
I am going to start taking better care of myself. I am going to portion out ME TIME every single day when I get home from work (probably after dinner). I am going to eat better. Work out. Walk on that damn treadmill. Stop judging myself so harshly. Relax. Sir always tells me that he is afraid I am going to give myself a stroke with as much as I worry and stress about everything.
Here's to March! And here's to loving yourself and being the best version of yourself that there is!
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
I have decided that I am going to stop making excessively detailed lists. They are a recipe for failure. I start my new position tomorrow, and from what I have heard, there are tons of deadlines and paperwork, and more stress. On top of this, I am learning everything from the bottom up. My learning curve is going to be a vertical line this week.
I put too much stress and pressure on myself. I have high expectations, which I view as a good thing, but then when something doesn't meet those expectation or falls through the cracks, I get this sense of worthlessness, like I am somehow lacking as a person. My half of our D/s dynamic revolves around certain things I do (or don't) around the house. Making sure dinner is made. Making sure that dinner is reasonable healthy. Not breaking the bank while shopping for said meals. Keeping the house clean. Keeping up with the laundry, the dishes, my growing piles of books and magazines. On top of a 40 hour a week job with a commute.
I am tired of looking into the mirror and feeling bad about the way I look. I love myself as a person, and I know how shallow this seems. I don't have to be super skinny. Sir would not like that. I just want to look in the mirror and feel ok about the person I see looking back at me. This winter, I have gained about five pounds. It doesn't seem like much, but I think it was the push that sent me over the edge. I am an unhealthy weight for my height. I feel lazy. My skin has started to fight back. I don't want to go out and do anything because I would rather sit on the couch and watch TV than have to stand up and walk around.
My job has no doubt encouraged this. I have also stopped taking my thyroid meds on a regular basis because I have a slightly irrational fear that they are making my hair fall out. The downside of this is that it takes months to see any difference in my hair, but my skin has dried out and I feel like crap all the time.
I am going to start taking better care of myself. I am going to portion out ME TIME every single day when I get home from work (probably after dinner). I am going to eat better. Work out. Walk on that damn treadmill. Stop judging myself so harshly. Relax. Sir always tells me that he is afraid I am going to give myself a stroke with as much as I worry and stress about everything.
Here's to March! And here's to loving yourself and being the best version of yourself that there is!
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Sir is Back
Not that he went anywhere, really. Just came back to the D/s "thing." The other day, he tied my hands up and made me get ready for bed whilst tied up. That was interesting. He was very impressed at my ability to prepare my toothbrush while tied up. When I was about to climb into bed (still tied up), he bent me over and had his way with me. It was fantastic.
Today, I went in to work for a few hours and Sir picked me up. He told me to take my seatbelt off, and when I asked why, he dropped the little silk bag with my ben wa ball in it into my lap. Put it in, he ordered. He had pulled into a parking garage, away from anyone who might be able to see, and I pulled my pants down in the front seat and slid it in. We stopped to get lunch from a drive through, and while we were waiting in line for our food, he turned to me and said "I want to fuck you and slap you later."
I'm intrigued. And horny. And wtf am I still doing on the computer??
Gotta go.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
Today, I went in to work for a few hours and Sir picked me up. He told me to take my seatbelt off, and when I asked why, he dropped the little silk bag with my ben wa ball in it into my lap. Put it in, he ordered. He had pulled into a parking garage, away from anyone who might be able to see, and I pulled my pants down in the front seat and slid it in. We stopped to get lunch from a drive through, and while we were waiting in line for our food, he turned to me and said "I want to fuck you and slap you later."
I'm intrigued. And horny. And wtf am I still doing on the computer??
Gotta go.
Always his,
His Lady Aurora
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